dry loop anyone?

I am getting closer to my goal of becoming an iphone owner…
I (along with Karen and our good friends) have been doing a kind of feasibility study on obtaining an iphone and its impact on our monthly expenditures.

The question: Can we find a way to defray the cost of the phones and justify their purchase?
The answer: YES

At&t stores here in Maine (and apparently throughout New England) are selling 8 gig refurbished iphones for $250. The problem is that both Karen and I want one. So that means coughing up $500, which is okay because that’s almost a 2-for-1 deal.
I figured if we ditch our land line, switch to Verizon’s unpublished dry loop DSL service (which allows you to have a DSL line with no active phone line for $25-$39) and use our iphones as our only phones we will end up saving $50 per month in phone costs. With a little quick math I was able to project that the iphones will pay for them selves in 10 months and 2 more months will pay for the Applecare protection plans (as they would be referbs). Over the course of our 2 year Att&t, and after paying for themselves our new iphones will actually make/save us $600.

Now if you’ll excuse me, we have some iphones to buy.

rockin’ kids songs

wrong side of the bed

It’s odd. Karen and I never really had sides of the bed early in our relationship. At some point it just sort of evolved that I slept on the left and Karen on the right. In our new house that means that Karen is always next to our door. The problem is that we leave the door open so we can hear Teagan. On top of that Teagan listens to music all night which can easily be heard with our bedroom door open. But wait there’s more— outside of the window that faces Karen’s side of the bed is a rather large, bright orange street light (that was burned out until recently).  All of this has, in Karen’s eyes, resulted in her getting significantly less good sleep than me. So last night we spun our bed around (which we had to do because our mattress has a different firmness on each half) and I slept on Karen’s side of the bed. Needless to say I slept horribly and woke up feeling less rested, slightly grumpy and reluctant to get out of bed. Maybe Karen was right.

I wonder how I’m going to convince her to switch back?

our new pup prancing in the snow

It’s a good thing that our new pup took to the snow because we’ve gotten a ton of it this winter. Here’s a pic of her prancing in the snow— I was hoping to get a shot of her running through the yard with her nose plowing piles of snow to eat, but she is just too damned fast— so this will have to do.

more progress on the house

Despite the rough beginning to our week, when we woke to a house with no heat as a result of our aging boiler igniter and motor,progress on the house is marching on and its beginning to look like a whole new house. The siding on the front of our house is done, replacement windows are in and despite the 4” of new snow last night and the on and off snow/rain all day I came home this afternoon and was greeted with a view of our new metal roof on the addition (2nd pic).Now work is beginning on the inside— tomorrow the studio gets a skylight and the lower roof gets finished. We have just about a month and a half before its all done and I can’t wait!

before and after

here is our house as it looked in Jan 2006

and here is how it looks now in February 2008
The updates and the addition are still going on despite the 4-5 foot piles of snow and the 12 degree weather. We are loving all the changes so far and just can’t wait for the rest of the work to be done.

is education killing creativity?

a selection of new work

Here is what I’ve been up lately——well, at least what I’ve been up to in the studio. I am in the process of applying to MFA programs and have been developing a new series of works, completing applications and writing program proposals and artist statements.

a bit about this new work (and what I propose to do in an MFA program)

I have these memories, horrible memories from my past— I’m huddled in a phone booth with my biological father, a hard cold receiver pressed against one ear, the scruff of his face grating against my cheek and his hot whisper in my other ear. His words described the atrocities he would commit if my mother wouldn’t come back to him. He wanted to hear his words come out of my mouth; he needed my mother to hear these horrible things in the small, trembling voice of a four-year-old boy. Even now as I type these words, my hands shake. I have relived, this memory and others like it in sweat-soaked slumber for most of my life.Each of these memories represents a separate existence, a self-portrait, encapsulating my thoughts, sensations and emotions from a moment in my life. They are the architecture of my identity. If time can be understood as the space that our consciousness travels along then these memories also occupy a specific location in space-time. And while our experience of times passage may be universal our perceptions of those moments are highly personal.As we move through our lives the external world provides each of us with an incessant stream of stimulus and sensations that are processed by our minds and encoded as memories. These processes of memory formation, their subsequent degradation over time and the impact of memory on ones perception of self, fuel my current work. Informed by Hume’s Bundle Theory of Identity and Kant’s concept of Transcendental Idealism, my work seeks to give form to the substances of memory and their corresponding internal locus, representing memory as a substance that occupies a space in time, encapsulating the sensations and cognitions of a moment and forming our self-concept.Through my work I explore metaphors for the internal sites of memory capture, containment and collection from my personal history as a means of connecting with the universal experience of memory formation. The act of drawing is at the center of my process and is a way for me to examine, understand and articulate the vessels that hold the substance of these recollections and access their content. In the drawings, text and image often work together as a means of depicting the markings in ones mind from the processes of cognition. Hand-written text functions as a representation of speech itself, a kind of narrative simultaneously documenting the past and attempting to record perceptions as they happen in the present. In this way the drawings themselves become vessels—filled with idea and image and encapsulating the moments spent embedding them on their surfaces.The vessel as locus for memory imparts associations with containment, circulation, distribution, and transportation on the work and offers an opportunity to play with binary oppositions. Concepts of strength and fragility, fullness and emptiness or presence and absence, create hierarchies in our minds implying that the second term is inferior, almost parasitic, to the first, and are employed in my work as a means of giving voice to the impact of time on anamnesis and the duplicitous nature of memory.Presently, I find myself in new territory, delving deeper into this vein of content, influenced by artists like Wolfgang Laib, Ann Hamilton, Gary Hill, Louise Bourgeois, Nedko Solakov, Doris Salcedo, Ernesto Neto, Anselm Kiefer and Marina Abramovic, I see my role as an artist shifting from the making of images to the fabrication of experience. In my most recent works I have begun to utilize the drawings as plans for the construction of 3-dimensional objects and small installations. If accepted as a participant in an MFA program, it is from this point that I propose to move forward and further pursue the exploration of installation-based work as a means of giving form to my content.Hume describes man as a bundle or collection of different perceptions, which succeed one another with an inconceivable rapidity and that are in perpetual flux and movement. In our current culture many of these perceptions happen in front the flat screens of televisions, cell phones or computers, where our personal sense of perspective is lost, where we communicate through the push of cold buttons and where we publish our most intimate moments for public consumption and commercial gain. It is for these reasons that I seek a more intimate means of engaging the viewer and propose to produce works that allow the viewer to physically move through a space and encounter objects, in much the same way that our consciousness travels through time. By engaging them in an experience that is simultaneously physical and temporal, communal and individual, it is my aim to cause the formation of a new memory within them.

 

tumblr

I have been playing with tumblr and I kinda like it. It is good and quick to post snippets of web stuff. 

HERE IS MY TUMBLR PAGE

I have not been posting nearly as much— because I have a tendency to get lost on the web or on the computer instead of doing what I really needed to be doing: working in the studio. Long story short, I have been trying to limit my online time and tumblr may allow me to be bloggy with out consuming as much time…However now that my MFA app is out the door, I can reclaim some of my web time and will be posting with greater frequency  

fun with poo

Lately Teagan has been having some “potty issues” and our life has been way too focused on poo so this is my way of venting.

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